That's How It Happened

It took me 9 hours to get back from Glasgow via diddy Scottish local trains and the miracle of Ryanair. I could have gotten back from New York in less time. No sooner had I arrived home in Islington than I saw two youthful chavs exchanging abuse in the street: "Come on then you fuckin' mackerel.", before attempting to glass each other. Mackerel, in the pejorative sense, is thus my word of the day. O London, how I missed thee.

April Fool of the day was the Independent article about Jamie Oliver standing as a Tory candidate in Howard Flight's seat. Sadly that's been omitted from the online edition. In its absence other notable fools: GoogleGulp, a hostile take-over at Wikipedia, , the lurid pink iCopulate, boringboring.org, and what sounds like a spoof, but can't be: BK's enormous omelette sandwich.

The Old Negro Space Program.

Factoid of the day: the diner exterior, shot as Monk's for Seinfeld, is called Tom's Restaurant, and is the same diner that inspired Suzanne Vega's "Tom's Diner". Incidentally the Smoking Gun has a great citations for violation of hygiene standards from Tom's, and the Soup Nazi.

Fantastic video of some kid doing the best robot break dance you ever saw. (thanks to Jonky).

Cheese Racing (not lamo cheese rolling) is a tense action game, utilising hitherto undiscovered magical properties of processed cheese slices when BBQed. Can't wait to play all summer long. (thanks to DJ Beez).